[…] methodically scribbling, we take for our alpha the zero point void, construct via anti-sense entangling photons, up is down & down is sideways & sideways is topwise & topwise is looking-glass-ways; : What Spirit? World Spirit!! Enduring ever, even if the land people burn out the globesphere & the dolphin people, even so, Mother Gaia, & Spider Mother, they grow a new intelligence; it is as Star Goddess made them; […]
Category: Poetry
We
We wake in the morning, or at noon, or the witching hour, rising, sick, or sleepy, or hurried. We make our preparations and take our medications, black coffee, nicotine, whiskey rocks, what have you, running and walking dogs, herding children and scooping after cats. There is no tomorrow, only this synthetic ‘morning’, whatever hour it […]
entwine well moon (v4)
disassemble your partswhat are you in there?The Jenga tower of nervy pieceschain reaction machineThe phonemes bind togetherwith fitful flowing notionsas keening winds of chatterWith no more time permitted -unscrew the hunger- and get No answer-just the ringing empty- ascending skyward, vinesentwining ‘round the moonagainst the cold of nothingShining, gazing downhurling unsought solaceThere is no promise […]
The Aeon Waits
[…] But demonoid spoke otherwise, saying it was time for new stories, not old / Demonoid spake thus: / “In swathes of eternal peace we sleep until we are ready / The gloaming takes on no characteristics of the dawn / The Aeon waits with bodies for us to be recreated, for we were never born / All down the aisles of eternity like a supermarket / We grow in certainty until it is time / It was ever thus and so, and shall be, despite contradiction / But see end user license agreement and mortgage terms […]
We the People [citation needed] — (4/4/2023)
— We the People [citation needed] saw through all their junk.— We saw through all their junk and we took it away from them and slapped them with it like a rubber hose— We the People [citation needed] felt satisfied but not satiated— We were here and there and everywhere, while the plotters pretended to […]
Happenstance + commentaries and updates
Happenstance Summer dreams all fly in a glitter of dustUnder drama the pile grows staleSeries of ages to walk throughSome happy, some sadSome drama piles on the sadnessAglitter the lashes flutterSome dreams grow by stagesAglitter the trauma fades inSome dreams leap by boundsA recollection drifts down the pipe, bursting into flames;Speculation rings you upA tremulous […]
ChatGPT and DALL-E AIs respond to my 2016 poem, “Self-Concept Commutative Telegrams” in words and pictures
I had the ChatGPT AI from OpenAI, which has been all in the news lately, respond to one of my more popular poems, “Self-Concept Commutative Telegrams”, and later had the DALL-E 2, also from Open AI respond pictorially. Below are some of the results.
Iris of the babbling brook Loquacia
Iris of the babbling brook Loquacia A checkerboard pattern of climbing vines says ‘no, this is where it’s at, like it or not’, and in a moment without thought, we follow. There are vases of flowers and strange galleries in a house of shifting construction, there are bears riding bicycles in the streets of Toledo and […]
Command Line Mutterings
peel > persona.veneer ; get img {take a look} else ++ days kite_scheme : random flag #a.throw alert! dart : Exception Handler // No Method Unacceptable Exception x.array : polymorphism ? > .invocation@ stack interjection {catch : sprites} {check : method } verify logical match Heuristic modified hash value ************* continue big image: https://lostinmist.blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/funbig.jpg First Version […]
Singular Fragments of Incarnation
Streaming trails of unsigned constants Wandering the abstract hidden pathways The unseen bedrock of The Real, filaments of somethingness and consciousness twining together like lovers and mycelia Underpinning the shining face of the world, underpinning the fundamental quantities of darkness The unsigned values of our atomic and singular qualities, multitudes on quantities on masses of […]